Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-02-13

From the moment she had uttered that
cry, 1.-THE RingwOod PLATED" consciousness
had deserted her. She could recall a fierce
face, white with ~glisteuing eyes, and 4 pair
of falseswhiskers half fallen of, before her.
and a hand raised, grlsping IA silver candle
stick, a vivid, horrible, haunting sight. and
she remembered nothing more till she woke
in her bedroom with an aching head that
was handaged, and with a smell OF vinegar
in her nose.
She was on her bed; she turned her head
and saw blood on the pillow, and turned
again and saw the face of Nelly.
YOU'RE come round at last, are yOu?'
said the waman. well, You'll have to
get round quick. l amt going to nurse
Won forever. YOu never ought to have
been brought here" o
Bydegrees poor Trip learned that she had
been knocked down and stunned; that a
quarrel had been the result between her
husband and his pals" who had struck,
and the three men had made off with the
plate ont of the country, or, at all events,
into safe quarters. The house had been
cleared of what little furniture there was,
only Nelly remained to watch Trip. Mr..
Beaufort, as he called himself, and who
really loved the poor girl, had ord red
Nelly, n of the gang, To be with Trip till
she recovered, not only for Trips sake, but
for the safety of the party. She was to be
kept under guard, not allowed to leave the
house for some days, till thcrgang had es-
capped, and danger Of pursuit from inforHa-
ton furnished by Trip was over.
Accordingly Nelly had nurSed and at
tened to Trip till she was sufficiently re-
covered to leave, and then had turned her
out of the house, which she also deserted.
The house had been taken under a false
name with false references, and had been
made the headquarters of the gang, where
they had defaced aud melted the silver and
iewelry which they obtained. After the
great burglary at Ringwood, it was adviSa-
BILE to shift quarters.
This. then, was tine end of peor Trips
ambitious flight. She WAS married 10 a
rn(lian who, if he came into the hands of
Justice, rs was inevitable before long,
would suffer penal seryitude. That the
name of Beaufort was false she was well
assured: what his real name was she did
not know. The wife of a professional bur.
clar now. the wife of a convict hereafter!
She had flown high, and great was the fall.
Trip stood at the gate OF the mill.
She could 90 no further. She had no
money. She had 40 shoes. She had no
friends, no home, no foOd-n0 name even;
only a little feeble pride in her still held
her together. She had passed the Rose;
she had felt half inclined 10 20 in there
and cast herself on the pity OF the land
lady. but her pride withheld her. No:
there was one, and one only who could
helm her efficiently, to whom she could APP
peal. who would not upbraid her, who
would screen her and deal p%rudently with
her.
She must 90 to her friend-to Joe. She
might do that without loss to her self re-
spect. She was n married woman, and
could be nothing hencelorth To Joe. \
weak, broken friend appealing for help Ia
return to her father and mother, that was
all she was and all she wanted. He could
tell her where her parents were, and he
would restore her to them.
So she entered through the gate and
YEARLY crept to the foot of the stair. She
recalled ,Joe's words. Was she, rs he had
said, coming there To revisit the mill in
her splendid equipage, with brass mount
ed harness and liveried servants, i'll pink
silk and feathers and lace.
She came in the old, stained crushed
strawberry gown, with n handaged head,
and tear-stained face, and a broken spirit,
her feet waysore, and her pride i'll the
miTe.
The great black mill stood up against the
PARKWAY red glare OF London, hut not al
together dark, for above was a light. Joe
had a parailine lamp in the flour chamber,
and il was so placed rs ia shine through
the door. and down the ladder stair.
She held la the rail, and tried To climb
the stair. She would reach the well known
chamber, and throw herself in 4 corner he
side the flour box, or between the sacks,
and wait till Joe came. But Trips strength
was not equal 10 the effort. She pulled
herself up one step, then another. The
steps were wide apart, and she had not the
strength TO draw herself up many. She
got, perhaps, half way up. ann then fell
on the stairs, fell sitting on one step with
her bandaged head on another, and her
bleeding feet on IA still lower step. Then
all her power left her. She tried Ia lift her
feet, but could not. She could not reach
and grasp the rail; she sank again.
As her head rested on the step, thesmell
of the flour came into her hose, from the
white dust on il, and 1t brought a dim,
FAINT sense of pleasure to her. She had her
face turned To the sky, and saw the clouds
drive by; now a star appeared, then went
ont, then Sparkled again. Even 80 her
senses seemed Ia come and 90, her consci-
business Ia drift away and then he. ONE in
tcnsely clear. She could not call, hut she
pulled her whistle from her bosom, where
it hung since on that terrible night she
suspended it there, and put 1t Ia her lips,
and tried To blow a OH 1t. She
had forgotten that it was split aud voice
less; she had the end between her lips
blowing, and the string lo0pcd round her
hand. and even the effort 10 blow WAS too
severe for her, for instead of blowing Il
call. she blew her remaining consciousness
m%omcntarily away. Only mcmcntarlly.
In another moment she WAS caught and
lifted, and held fast in strong arms, once
again, as long before after that flight on the
mill wings, and she heard a voice.
Il knew it? knew it, She has come
TO me. Oh, little Tu'penny! Little Tu'-
penny
When Trip returned to her senses, after
a long lapse into darkness, she was in
the miller's cottage, in the arm chair by
the fire, without her cloak, in the bat
tered pink dress, that seemed fresh dyed
in the rosy glow of the hcIrth-iire that fell
over it.
Mrs. Western was standing by her Joe
was kneeling, riking the Goals together,
and looking into her face.
She could not speak, but the widow gave
her warm cordials made from Joe's honey,
sweet with the fragrance of the beans.
Joe knew even more than did Trip. He
knew the real name of the fellow who had
come to stay about RingwoOd. His name
WAS PAIGE, hut he went by many an alias
Jameson, Divenant, Spencer, Jeflries. He
was we'll known to the police, who, how
ever, had been hitherto unable 10 take him.
Joe knew, also, what Trip did not, that be
was already married, hnd had a wife and
children living i'll Manchester. Con-
SenuPntly the marTiaps in RiDHWOOd